Monday 27 February 2017

[this is pretty abstract]

                                                                                               Sunset

let the sun burn my mind
eyes blacken as the softness calls
from within,

aesthetics are not everything.

sky shifts to night tone
silent voices slip through me;
Catalyst.

take no prisoners,
leave no rocks unturned and
no portraits unshaken.

will sing in sounds of silent static

charge through the world
walk the earth with my hollow heart
carry fire and soothe wounds, blindly.

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